Sunday, November 8, 2009

Joker, there's nothing wrong with you that I can't fix with my hands. And some Muscle Milk.

I am sore. Granted, it's a good kind of sore, the earning-something variety of sore, like how Sarah Palin's winking muscles must have felt in October of last year, but that doesn't mean the soreness doesn't exist. I'm planning to take it easy today, which, after my morning run and stair-sprints, means just one more quick workout in the afternoon. Am I becoming obsessed? Well, duh.

Had my first jiu-jitsu class yesterday, which was a lot of fun in addition to being hard as hell. Imagine, if you will, a form of wrestling that is simultaneously super-gay and grueling. (I suppose that's all wrestling.) But jiu-jitsu seems a great deal more cerebral, like a physical chess game played in tiny increments with your legs, forearms and a constant readjustment of balance. I like it a lot, even if it means spending a whole lot more time on my back with my legs wrapped around another man than I'd anticipated—or ever hoped for. That said, I got my ass kicked by a girl. An ex-Marine girl who could probably bench-press my car, but a girl nonetheless.

I also downloaded an iPhone app called Lose It!, which came highly recommended to me by the sort of people who highly recommend weight-loss iPhone apps. This means weighing myself daily, which is something I was sort of shying away from, since I'm likely to gain muscle weight as I'm losing fat weight, anyway. The good news? I lost five pounds this week. The other good news? According to my Lose It! calorie budget, I'll continue to do so if I maintain my current activity and diet levels. And yeah, I know that all calories aren't equal and glycemic index and blah blah blah. But I'm eating well, I think—mainly nuts, fruit, vegetables, and protein, and the benefit of doing the graze-and-feast thing is that every meal I eat is the best meal I've ever had. It also helps that I'm doing all my own cooking, because—false modesty aside—I am an awesome cook. Try halibut with orange chile almond honey, sirloin with balsamic truffle redux, and a bunch of steamed vegetables beside. It definitely does not suck to be me right now, and once I hop into the shower and get some heat on my aching legs, I'll be even gooder.

1 comment:

  1. I've always thought of weight loss ultimately coming down to calories in vs. calories out. If you're gaining weight you're bringing in more than you're burning and vice versa. This seems simple and axiomatic to my waif-self.